Mom hung a mass produced art print on my bedroom wall when I was about 8. It's of a little girl holding her puppy.
Cute, right?
Thing is, this painting terrified me. And I was raised in the time where you just kind of swallowed any complaints and didn't bother mom or dad with kid foolishness.
Here is a copy of the thing I actually had hanging on my wall. This same frame. Probably came from Service Merchandise or some such.
What in the everloving hell is lurking just over her shoulder?!?! To me it always looked like a skull wearing a hat on the side of his head, like a little old timey jaunty hat a clown would wear.
It's a wonder I got any sleep. I was too afraid to tell mom I hated it. I never considered that I possessed the agency to take it off my wall and hide it at the bottom of the closet.
I think of this cursed painting still.
Did you ever have something in your childhood that unnecessarily scared the bejeezus out of you?
I'm a goddess and I'm not weird about it. I have a mortal body for an avatar so I can do stuff in the physical plane. Deus is supposed to have the Pope for a mouthpiece, but He doesn't bother directly talking through the guy, and he really ought to have more than one with the size of His religion. People should stop worshipping Him to teach Him a lesson about being so distant.
And I'm a spaceman!
Pretending is fun!
Ew.